A flower grows in the garden, blue.
When summer comes it comes to you.
When winter comes it turns from new
to the ghastly grey of once was good.

Do you remember,
You once said to the world
That
'if we ever stop talking, send me a song?'
Did you even mean that?
Did you even mean that to me?
Did you ever mean anything you did?
For me?
Did i ever mean a bit?
No?
Then why do you mean so much to me that it hurts to the very bone.
I curse myself with each breath i take.

I shared that for you to hear
I did not for the world
The song was for you
You were the music to my lyrics
You left...
You left me to rot.

You know
I guess i always knew
But i thought
Or i hoped
You would be different

You said so many things
Did not any of it mean a thing?
Did you just say all that for sake of saying?
Because you didn't have anything better to say?

To watch one suffer
To be there as they slowly fall to the rubble
You reach out but as the tides pull in they go further and further from hope
From comfort
A never ending spiral they're falling your fingers slipping through theirs as you let them go
It isn't your fault but blood still runs
And you still remember

i came back to the water
full of sweet clouds and rot
where my weary bones
rest gently without thought

yet the waves drown me
under [memories of] insomniac lights
the bitterly sinking heart
and a few ephemeral nights

There is not much I care to share
But the more I write
The more I dare
I can overcome
All of what you’re unaware
And the less I’m scared
The more I want you to know
I still care.
It wasn’t always so
“I hate you” is what you were told
You shouldn’t have went into the cold
Our cave protected you from the snow
I’m sorry our love
Didn’t have a chance to grow.

It was all my fault
In my lonesome hell I shall rot.